Today my grandson and also my great nephew are expecting A level results. I wish them both well and will look forward to hearing from them.. Doesn’t it take you back to your own waiting day - in my case, and showing my generation, “Higher School Certificate”? With heart in mouth I opened my results and confirmed my expectations (or hopes) in three papers but was slightly disappointed in two others. I wanted to read English Literature at first and since the high marks were there I got immediate admission to Manchester under the then famous H.B. Charlton. But I didn’t go there. An ambitious headmaster wanted me to stay on and take the Cambridge Open Scholarship exams. In December of the same year I was awarded an Open Scholarship, not by my chosen college but by a neighbouring one, and diverted my interests to another subject . Was I sorry I didn’t read English at Manchester? Well maybe I was - after all I could have ended up as a best-selling author or, maybe, even better, as a highly-paid advertising copywriter. Regrets I (might) have had a few.